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Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!

Bertolt Brecht

Here today we huddle tight As the darkest heathens might The snow falls chilly on our skin The snow is forcing its way in. Hush, snow, come in with us to dwell: We were thrown out by Heaven as well.
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Fall Heaven Snow
Would it not be simpler If the Government dissolved the people and elected another?
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Another Government People
The mobilization order is already written out. Every day, to earn my daily bread I go to the market where lies are bought Hopefully I take up my place among the sellers.
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Eran Hopefully Mobilization Out Place Seller Written
Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.
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Guest Home Wind
Today every invention is received with a cry of triumph which soon turns into a cry of fear.
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Fear Today Triumph
Who fights may lose, but who does not fight has lost already.
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Already Fighting May
Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life.
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Death Fear Life
You can make a fresh start with your final breath.
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Breaths Finals Fresh Start
There are times when you have to choose between being human and having good taste.
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Being Good Human Nature Taste
Everyone needs help from everyone.
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Collaboration Helping Needs
First the grub, then the morals.
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Firsts Miscellaneous Moral
Spring is noticed, if at all By people sitting in railway trains.
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People Sitting Spring
What’s a joy to the one is a nightmare to the other.
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Joy Nightmare One Other
It isn’t important to come out on top, what matters is to be the one who comes out alive.
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Acceptance Important Matters
The newspaper The dog Dialectics Showering, swimming Old music Comfortable shoes Comprehension New music Writing, planting Traveling Singing Being friendly
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Comfortable Dog Newspaper Planting Shoe Singing
With drooping shoulders The majority sit hunched, their foreheads furrowed like Stony ground that has been repeatedly ploughed-up to no purpose.
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Majority Purpose Shoulders

Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!

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